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"Beep. Do you wish to take on the profession of Chef?"
Without any prompts, John attempted to turn the page of the book, only to find that there was no second page to turn to. After searching for quite some time without any other options or interfaces, he could only comply with the prompt and said, "Yes, I choose the profession of Chef."
In that instant, intricate patterns of cooking utensils such as spatulas, knives, and cutting boards materialized on the previously blank first page. Alongside these patterns appeared a rudimentary panel.
【Profession: Chef】
Level:
Proficiency:
【Profession Traits: Basic Ingredient Mastery, Low-Level Flame Resistance.】
Basic Ingredient Mastery: Knowledge of most edible ingredients and how to cook them.
Low-Level Flame Resistance: Slight resistance to fire damage and immunity to dehydration in high-temperature environments.
【Professional Skills: Basic Knife Technique, Warm Soup.】
Basic Knife Technique: Proficient in using a knife for chopping and attacking.
Warm Soup: Any edible food can be stewed together, resulting in a delicious soup that dispels the coldness of food and enhances its enjoyment.
【Profession Bonus: Increases strength by one with each level gained.】
Note: A chef also needs strength to cut through bones.
At the moment he accepted the profession, John felt a wave of softness wash over his body, followed by a warm current flowing throughout him. His consciousness drifted away as he sensed the changes in his body. Although the wound on his head didn't heal immediately, he felt an endless surge of energy.
He attempted to lift the now cool Iron Pot with one hand. With a bit of effort, he managed to raise it steadily. Seeing that no one was around, he quickly set it down again. His strength had at least doubled.
Stretching his muscles, John’s mind raced as he searched for a way to open the second page. He stared at the book that had no seams or hints; after struggling for a while, he reluctantly gave up.
For now, he needed to think about what to prepare for dinner for this bunch of livestock. Looking at the ingredients left by the previous chef, he found half a bag of rice, a small bag of potatoes, and several Radishes, along with some unknown cured meat.
It was impressive that the previous chef could still whip up meals under such harsh conditions. Regardless of how difficult things were, John had to prepare a feast; otherwise, he would end up like that unfortunate slave who had been whipped over ten times.
As he worked on the ingredients, a Scarface Mercenary entered the kitchen carrying two wild chickens and casually picked up a Radish to munch on.
The adult was unaware of what was happening. John cautiously inquired, knowing that he couldn't afford to offend any of the mercenaries; he had to treat each one like a lord.
"Little John, is that your name?"
"Yes, you have a great memory," John replied in agreement.
The other man pointed to the wild chicken he had brought over. "This is the wild chicken the boss just hunted. He specifically requested it for dinner tonight, so make sure you prepare it."
"Of course, of course. Is there anything else you need?"
The man glanced around, not daring to touch the cured meats, and took away the remaining radishes.
"Just focus on cooking well. Don't worry about anything else."
Watching the mercenary walk away with the radishes, John realized that yet another ingredient had been taken from their already limited supplies.
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